title: Jesse Jameskey: Folkharp type: Chromaticgenre: Gskill: AnyJESSE JAMES19th C. Folk ballad from MissouriEddy Arnold, U2, Van MorrisonKey: G7 -7 -8 -8 -7 7 7 6 6 6 7 -5Jes-se James was a lad who killed man-y a man,7 -7 -8 7 -9 -9-8 -7Once he robbed the Glen-dale train,7 -7 -8 -8 -7 7He would steel from the rich7 -6* 6 6 7 -5he would give to the poor,7 -7 -8 -8 7 -7 -8 -7 7Had a hand and a heart and a brain.(chorus)7 7 8 8 -9 8 7-7 -8 -8 -7* -8Poor Jes-se had a wife to mourn for his life-5 7 -8 -9 -8 -7Three chil-dren, they were brave7 -7 -8 8 -8 -7 7 7But the dirt-y lit-tle cow-ard-6* 7 -7 7 6 -5who shot Jim-my How-ard7 -8 -8 7 -7 -7 7 7Has laid poor Jes-se in his graveWell it was Robert Ford, that dirty little coward,I wonder how he feel,For he ate of Jesse’s bread and he slept in Jesse’s bed,And he laid poor Jesse in his grave.(chorus)Jesse was a man, a friend to the poor,He’d never rob a mother or a childThere never was a man with the law in his handThat could take Jesse James aliveIt was on a Saturday night and the moon was shining bright,They robbed the Glendale train,And people they did say o’er many miles awayIt was those outlaws, they’re Frank and Jesse James(chorus)Now the people held their breath when they heard of Jesse’s death,And wondered how he ever came to fallRobert Ford, it was a fact, he shot Jesse in the backWhile Jesse hung a picture on the wallNow Jesse went to rest with his hand on his breast,The devil will be upon his knee.He was born one day in the County Clay,And he came from a solitary race.(chorus)